Long ago, when the Titanomachy faced its brutal end at the hands of Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hestia, Hera and Demeter, the gods of Mount Olympus saw themselves under a new threat; one that was foretold to plague the mortal world for millenia to come. Their rule was almost certain to lead down a road full of hardships wherein Zeus would end up becoming a tyrant not too unlike his father. This warning came from the Moirai themselves; it made this all the more difficult to avoid Zeus' fate as a corrupt god and dictator of Olympus. They'd woven into completion the Protegenoi and Titans' rule - just as they'd woven into completion their rise to power. Their word was the law, for man and god alike."I had a husband, and I loved him, and he was murdered in cold blood before my eyes."
The Moirai are independent, at the helm of necessity, directing fate and watching that the fate assigned to every being by eternal laws might take its course without obstruction; and Zeus, as well as the other gods and man, have to submit to them. The fates' warning, for the most part, was kept a secret from the minor gods and Zeus himself. It was crucial to avoid him finding out - their pantheon was a newborn, overwhelmed with too much power and trying to place itself as the rightful head in the cosmos, and for such a powerful God - one that had claimed the throne, no less - to find out the fates foresaw him as the end of his own rule... it wouldn't bode well.
As the deities who'd ended the Titanomachy, it was Hera, Demeter, Hestia, Hades and Poseidon that held the key to defending their power, people and home; it was their children and only theirs that could ever stand a chance at defending Mount Olympus when Zeus became the tyrant of Olympus. They knew not how, at least initially. The fates may have decreed their grim future, as far away from present time as it was, but they didn't know how to interpret it nor fulfill their role in the situation. Even if they did, Hera was to be wed to Zeus - among her domains was marriage; it wasn't something she was meant to take lightly. To get married meant to take an oath filled with love and passion - an oath until the end of times. Therefore, for the first two centuries in ruling, the Greek gods kept to themselves and let mankind tackle the relative freedom they had in their own ways, especially Hera.
As time went on, Hera began to notice different things; her husband was disappearing more and more often to the mortal world, his temper was worsening, he held little care and respect for others, etc etc. What caused things to boil over was the inclusion of his bastard children in the Olympian Council. Zeus was frolicking with other women, procreating with them to ensure his power and influence grew not only in the Greek world, but the mortal side as well. Hera was beginning to see minute details that she felt would slowly come together to form the kind of leader her father was, aka not a good one. This elicited some concerns, which she soon voiced to her brothers and sisters. It seemed as though she wasn't the only one to have them, but her sister Hestia was too busy tending to the Hearth to feel any innate desire to procreate, whereas her brother Hades was too busy controlling the land of dead. As it was, Hera, Demeter and Poseidon seemed to be the only deities thoroughly concerned and capable of taking action.
Hera took it upon herself to find a man - or a woman - worthy enough of breaking her oath with. She was a woman who took every factor into mind and was very careful with her actions; she had to ensure Zeus wouldn't find out of her doings. To this day, Hera still claims she was only concerned with the Pantheon's future when she sought a man to procreate with. But it's easy to see that the Queen of Olympus was also burning with intense jealousy as the amount of bastards Zeus sired continued to grow. The children they conceived... none of them made him as proud as his little bastards did. Though she'd never have admitted it (and still wouldn't), a part of her was frightened by the possibility that her children with Zeus would just never be enough. It was a concern that also wounded her pride; she was Queen, for hell's sake. She was the most beautiful, one of the smartest, and easily one of the most admirable goddesses. How could she not birth Olympus' greatest heroes?
Archimedes was a man who stood out when surrounded by his people. He was a fierce warrior with a heart unlike any other and an intense passion that drove him every day to fulfill his dreams; defend his homeland and his family. He was the kind of man any woman would swoon over; he had the ideal rank within his Kingdom's monarchy, the looks, the brains, and let's just say Archimedes Jr. wasn't that junior after all. Hera, though, didn't focus on these qualities; what made him stand out was his desire to have a wife and children to call his family. He'd lost it all, multiple times over, but that never deterred him from hoping for the best and looking towards the future with a positive view. The fact that he believed in Hera so fiercely and prayed every night to her, sacrificing a good portion of all he had in her name, was what she first noticed.
His strength, resilience and innate ability to remain clear-sighted and steadfast in his beliefs are what confirmed to Hera that she was selecting the right man to conceive her first demigod child with. The times she descended to the mortal world from Olympus were few and far in between, out of fears her husband might find out, but every time it was worth it. It wasn't immediately a physical relationship - they had time to learn more of one another. Truth be told, Archimedes was initially very shocked that he'd garnered the attention of a goddess, especially Hera, someone whom he respected dearly. He was able to get over his initial shock, which was good, because what they had flourished. While she never felt any real love towards the man, she did hold some affection towards him, especially as one night, they finally conceived her first half-mortal daughter - Adrasteia.
Hera was forced to leave Archimedes' side after Adrasteia's conception. It was a loss that he suffered gravely from, but one that he accepted nonetheless. Who was he to claim a goddess as his own? He was lucky enough to have been able to encounter her, let alone father one of her children. He was a good man, one that Hera blessed for his contribution to what she hoped was the salvation of the Greek pantheon when the time came. Her siblings were doing something similar, she was sure, but after conceiving Adrasteia with such an honorable man, she was able to rest assured knowing that should the world need a hero to save it from her controlling husband, her daughter would be able to step forth. The glory that she would subsequently bring in Hera's name was only an added bonus.
Hera's blessing brought forth just the thing Archimedes needed to successfully raise his daughter; a wife. Not only would Adrasteia need all the womanly advice she could get, but she recognized life without a maternal figure was not a worthy one. Archimedes' wife was a good one - Hera would be able to focus on her duties as Queen, knowing her child was in good hands. Archimedes and Eileithyia conceived five children, three of whom were boy and two whom were girls. It was a healthy balance that ensured Adrasteia would have the ideal upbringing.
Adrasteia was raised knowing Eileithyia wasn't her biological mother, so much as Hera. She was forbidden from saying as much out in public, however, as Archimedes explicitly remembered Hera's fearful expression of the kind of god her husband was slowly becoming. Adrasteia grew to be a smart, beautiful, strong young lady who respected her parents and prayed to her mother and relatives in Olympus every night. She was the ideal role model for other children her age. She was young, still a babe compared to others, and yet she was already making her father and step-mother beyond proud. Unfortunately, what qualities that she possessed in some areas, she lacked in others; for one, she was illiterate. As much as she craved learning how to read and write, it was nigh impossible. Women were discouraged from learning these kinds of things, whereas her father never had to concern himself with such trivial pursuits, given he had manservants to do the more insignificant things. Otherwise, Adrasteia fulfilled each and every one of her mother's standards. The amount of friends she had was insurmountable. She spent much of her time in the neighboring towns and villages, seeking to provide the poor people with comfort and economical aid whenever she could steal enough from the Royal Vault. Similarly, she spent much of her time with the orphans of her uncle's lands, bringing honor to the court she belonged to by blood. She was loved by all; her beauty and honor was spoken of by many. Her early and late childhood was well-spent, providing her people with many beautiful memories of their princess - memories they would cherish even after her capture by Zeus.
Nevertheless, she was the kind of young woman every guy wanted to pursue; she was among the elite, her body was to die for, and she had a personality brighter than all the stars combined. And as it turned out, among this number of bachelors was a prince of distant lands himself. Paios... he reminded Adrasteia of her father - he was noble, chivalrous, kind, among other worthy qualities that resembled the ones that caught Hera's attention with Archimedes to begin with. He was also due to become King of his father's lands, and was meant to take a bride soon. He'd come across Adrasteia when he was on a diplomatic meeting with Adrasteia's father's brother - the King of the lands where the sun never set. The land of the light, where mankind would always thrive. Adrasteia was instantly smitten, and knew for a fact she wanted to tie the knot with him, for she knew he was the answer to her prayers to Lady Aphrodite for true love. Paios took her as his bride-to-be, after seeking Archmides and his brother (the King)'s approval, and preparations for the union ceremony soon began. What nobody counted on, however, was Paios being a son of Zeus - the god Adrasteia was allegedly destined to end when the timing was appropriate. All the while, the legion that accompanied Adrasteia (and had intimate knowledge of her title as a demigoddess) at all times worked on fending creatures of the dark at all times. The monsters that sought to kill Adrasteia were merciless and the soldiers her uncle's legion had lost were more than she could count. She felt bad, but alas there was hardly a thing she could do about it.
Adrasteia was eighteen when the union ceremony took course. She became Paios' wife, and was crowned Queen of his lands, until there was a loud boom that marked the arrival of Zeus. He was in his divine form when he flashed down to the ceremony, an act that unfortunately cost the lives of nearly everyone present in the ceremony, Adrasteia's family included. She was horrified by the events that were transpiring, but a calming voice in her head had commanded her not to look else she'd meet a fate similar to her parents'. She was distraught, confused and angry at the interruption, but the newly-appointed Queen hardly had the time to take action for she was soon brought to Olympus with her new husband. There, she would be facing a trial for conspiring against the throne of Olympus and being the product of an unsanctioned physical relationship. Zeus had found out she was Hera's daughter.
It was difficult to think that their carefully kept secret had been discovered by the man they were trying to keep it from. The Moirai seemed to have taking a liking to Adrasteia, or at the very minimum taken pity on her, for he knew not the reasoning behind Adrasteia's conception - just the Hera had foresaken her matrimonial oath and had to pay the consequences for it. He was a brazen god, led by his ever-growing pride and ego, unable to face the facts as they were; Hera was also angry at him, frustrated at his tendencies to have sex with other women and forsake their marriage in favor of keeping a tight leash on the minor gods and the mortals down below. She was a prideful goddess who refused to be humiliated and undermined like that - she plainly stated as much during the council meeting that dictated the course of action they'd take in regards to Adrasteia's existence. Hera was the Queen, and everyone needed to be reminded of that fact. She was bold, she was strong, and she would end anyone who dare humiliate her like Methis and Leto.
Adrasteia, despite the fact that she was beyond broken in the inside, was able to maintain a stoic front. She was in the presence of the Olympian Council - the gods she so fiercely believed in, with the strict exclusion of Zeus. She saw him for what he was - a foul, loathsome little cockroach, egotistical and unworthy of anyone's admiration. She expressed thorough respect for all deities present, newer deities included. Every act Adrasteia took within the Council Room atop Mount Olympus enraged Zeus more and more. Her doings seemed to bring out the snark in Hera, too, and thoroughly amuse other present gods such as Poseidon, Hermes and Apollo. She was a head-strong young woman and, despite Paios' best intentions to hold her back and ensure she lived to see another day, she continued to try and make a fool out of Zeus. It grew to a point where Zeus would have turned her into a pile of ash, if not for the watchful, blazing eyes of Hestia; a calming lull fell over the council room, which consequently filled Adrasteia with peace and cleared her mind of most negativity and anxiety, whereas Zeus felt slightly less inclined to obliterate her. It was time for the council to weight in on Adrasteia's fate.
Hera was biased, therefore she voted in favor of preserving her daughter's life. She had done much already to garner respect in the mortal world, and from the looks of it, she was also doing well with the Council itself. Demeter and Poseidon voted in favor of keeping her alive, too, for the meaningful looks exchanged with Hera could only signify one thing; she'd played her part in creating the heroine the mortal world would need when Zeus' shortcomings began to worsen. Zeus voted against her survival; she was a pathetic excuse of a demigod and a lapse in Hera's judgment. Her conception marked him as unsatisfying in the eyes of the minor deities. If they were to find out she existed, he'd be beyond humiliated. It was best to eliminate all traces of her. Ares and Athena also voted in favor to dispose of her, as the former cared very little of mortal affairs and the latter deemed her existence to be a potential reason they looked weak; they would seem to have leaders whose judgment was often clouded and preferred to peruse with mortals than take care of their godly affairs. Apollo and Hermes were in favor of keeping her alive, and to this day Adrasteia is sure that the only reason that they voted for such was either her looks or the way that her existence enraged Zeus. Dionysus weighted in on her future, too, despite being a new addition to the council, and voted against; like Ares, he cared little of her and her future. Hephaestus accompanied him in voting against her existence, as the wounds of his mother's betrayal still ran fresh in his mind; he was bitter. These two votes were crucial, for they would give majority to either for or against.
Ultimately, Artemis voted in favor of maintaining her alive. Adrasteia had great potential to become a huntress, despite being married to a man. She knew for a fact that marriage wasn't consummated, therefore not yet set in stone; she was adamant she could aid Adrasteia to see the light. Meanwhile, Aphrodite also voted in her favor; her and Paios' love story was one for the books, especially as it was her doing; she couldn't just break them apart like this. Therefore, with the vote ending at 7-5 in her favor, Adrasteia was permitted to live. And yet... Zeus still clung onto his bitterness. He felt betrayed and sought revenge. It was for this reason, out of sheer rage, that he moved to immortalize Adrasteia. He wanted her to feel pain - to regret ever being born, or even thought of by her mother. He knew this was also the ideal way to punish Hera; he could see the affection she held for her daughter, despite being half-mortal. She was prophesied to bring glory to her name and honor the lives of mankind; she was the child she'd always longed for. Zeus couldn't deal with it, therefore he immortalized her. She was bound to serve him and the Council until the end of times, unaging and unable to love a man like she did Paios, because despite being Zeus' son, he meant nothing to the King, something that proved to be fatal for him not only in this life, but in those yet to come, too.
Right there, before the Council and newly immortalized Adrasteia, Zeus decimated Paios. It was a bold move, one that ended Adrasteia. She could hardly breathe, and her screams of pain and agony could be heard even outside the walls of the Council Room. The love of her life - her husband - had been killed before her. She doesn't remember much after that event - she only remembers a numbness, all over her body, and hearing Zeus' laughter reverberate around the room whilst being whisked away. She has vague memories of warm, fiery eyes and reassuring whispers. The week that followed it was similar, but Adrasteia sought a change sooner rather than later. It didn't take a genius to realize she wasn't wanted in Olympus, nor did she belong there. While her brief time in Olympus proved to be therapeutic for her, with long, drawn-out conversations with her mother and by far favorite Olympian aunt. Throughout that time, Adrasteia came to discover her true destiny; to make amends for Zeus and his tainted legacy's actions, and when the time came for it, end his tyrannical rule. Still rattled by the recent happenings, her initial reaction was laughter - deep, loud, maniacal laughter. In all sincerity, Adrasteia wasn't sure how to react to the news. While she was all for it, it was like adding salt to the wound, considering her love was one of the aforementioned 'tainted' children. Nevertheless, she intended to fulfill her destiny - the reason for which Hera even thought to conceive her. She descended from Olympus with her mind set on bringing honor and glory to her mother's name, and avenging the life of her lost love.
Adrasteia became a remarkable woman when she returned to the mortal world. No longer was Adrasteia associated with passivity or weakness - Adrasteia became most commonly associated with strength, beauty and honor. She had to face Paios' kingdom - their Kingdom - and let them know their King was dead. It was an instance that killed her, especially when she was forced to lie through her teeth that it had been at the hands of hired mercenaries from an enemy of the court. She'd have ruled them, Gods know she would have, but alas her marriage to Paios hadn't been consummated, therefore not being official in the eyes of the Court or its people. She had no reason to stay there; it was no longer her home, for every time she walked through the corridors of the palace, she could only think of her memories with her beloved. Due to this, she packed her bags and left the lands for centuries to come. She had nothing... nothing except her immortality and the need to survive. To live. To honor Paios. To kill Zeus. Even though women were often reprimanded for wielding a sword and fighting in battles like men, Adrasteia typically inserted herself into any equation wherein injustices were taking place. She was present throughout most of history, fighting wars for those that were incapable of defending themselves, slaying monsters in the name of those that had perished at their hands, and bringing an end to crises plaguing the region at the time. Many came to learn of Adrasteia's many feats, though unfortunately, they were lost throughout the sands of time. She was known to align herself with other demigods she came across, and helping them overcome the darkness of the Greek World. The people of the lands that surrounded her celebrated her victories and accomplishments, especially those of the land she was born from. Hera was celebrated and feasts were thrown, showing honor and reverence for both she and her child alike. Suffice to say, Adrasteia was already fulfilling part of Hera's wishes and yearnings as a mother, despite being a bastard child, one of a mortal and his forbidden fruit.
Adrasteia has been around for longer than any one mortal will ever become to realize. She has lived through major events, such as the Trojan War, the first Greek Olympic games, the rise of Greek city-states, the foundation of Rome, the kickstart of the Kingdom of Macedonia, the rise of the Median Empire, the rise of the Persian Empire, the births of Plato and Aristotle, etc. Despite her awareness of how most empires and kingdoms tended to treat foreigners, Adrasteia made it her own mission to travel across all of the lands, rescuing the demigods she knew would need help and often training them and providing them with the moral support she herself had relied on not too long prior. Her years as self-proclaimed Protector of Demigods were long, but she wouldn't trade them for a thing - not now, not after she'd lost everything precious to her and had been forced to undergo so many drastic changes in her life. Finding and aiding demigods - it was the only thing that kept her truly motivated, aside from the prospect of potentially being the end of Zeus. His resemblance to his father was becoming more and more uncanny as time went on - surely she'd have her revenge soon, right? She was a vengeful immortal who sought to avenge her lost love - it was a long-term goal she hoped to achieve. Until she found something better - something that gave her life meaning. Family.
The Hunters of Artemis had been around for a long time before Adrasteia thought to join. She'd focused primarily on her work and on honoring her mother whilst bringing humiliation to Zeus. (It seems he was still intent on erasing her from history.) Nevertheless, Adrasteia came to realize it was a viable option to escape her typical responsibilities while still contributing in every way she could. She joined the Hunters are served Artemis loyally for centuries - certainly long enough to gain more titles. Adrasteia Eliopoulos, daughter of Hera and Protector of Demigods, soon was able to declare herself slayer of the Nemean Lion, conqueror of a Hydra, and tamer of Dragons. Admittedly, she was aided in most of the circumstances by the Hunters, but Adrasteia's contributions to each run-in were monumental enough to be deemed worthy enough to carry her achievements as titles. She served Artemis and her hunters until 1000 AD, which rounded her time as a Hunter to 1200 years. She served as lieutenant for easily 350 of these years. She was immortal, loyal, had great aim, and had sworn to never again fall for anyone. Her true love had died, and so she saw no reason to allow herself to love anyone else. She was poison - Zeus had made it clear. Whomever she loved would suffer a fate not too different from Paios', and that was something Adrasteia wouldn't be able to bear again. For this reason, she never expected her time with the Hunters to come to an end. As lieutenant of the Hunt, she hoped to be able to cling onto her position for thousands of years. She hoped that, until her time came to become a god killer, she would be able to serve the world as a Hunter. Moreover, there was a problem: the Amazon warriors wanted her. She was powerful and possessed powers beyond any normal demigod's. She could use any Olympian demigod's powers - she was that powerful. And children of Hera, a goddess the warriors worshipped profusely due to her title as Protector of Women, were a gem to come by. She was a leader with a clear head who aspired not for greatness, but for justice. The heat between the Amazons and the Hunters was already there, and their innate desire to recruit Adrasteia fueled it further. However, at the end of the day, Adrasteia was convinced to join, under the impression they had a more strict organization and were more war-like, facilitating her mission to help the world and the demigods that presided in it.
Adrasteia started off at a low-lying rank, but she grew. She developed as a woman and as a warrior, putting a lot of stress on her hand-to-hand combat and power training. For the most part, she didn't leave the Amazons' Headquarters, training as best as she could and pushing herself beyond every limit she'd previously had. Adrasteia was a daughter of Hera, and that title alone commanded respect. She had to get better. She had to improve. She had to prove her worth and place in the Greek world. She'd already let Artemis down, she wouldn't be able to handle it if she let anyone else down. Not her fellow warriors, not her Aunt Hestia, and certainly not her mother. She was part of a tribe of women who were dedicated to bringing swift justice to this world. They were the war gods' version of the Hunters, even if they didn't swear celibacy and were allowed to come in contact with their choice of people. Adrasteia, as uninterested as ever in romance, continued to pour her dedication to rising through the ranks, until she was crowned Queen of Amazons in 1300 AD. Despite being one of their warriors for 300 years, she was the longest-standing Amazonian, who had also proved herself beyond all else. Not only was she able to add onto her pile of achievements with a numerous amount of monsters, but she often led squadrons into war. Adrasteia has been alive for multiple millenia. She has seen the rise and fall of many great demigods, of even greater empires, and has borne witness of many events. From the first discovery of Roman demigods (a memory she remains fond of to this day), to the civil wars between them, to the world wars - current former Lieutenant of the Hunt and Queen of the Amazons Adrasteia Eliopoulos - has lived through it all, doing her best to shield her people from it. Adrasteia did her best to persevere in her mission to protect those demigods she knew would need it beyond all else, and became a pivotal warrior to any and every battle that would come. She took her job seriously, there was no denying it.
It was in 1945 that Adrasteia renounced her distinguished title as Queen of the Amazons, due to an intensifying urge to save the world from itself. It's no coincidence that the dates are the same of that of the end of the second world war. As someone whose prime duty was to save the world, fix the errors of Zeus and the rest of his bastard-infested council, she felt as though she was failing her people. It was her job, and here she was, failing to bring honor to it. In the light of those recent events, after witnessing so many demigod blood spilled in the wake of Ares' devastating bloodlust, Adrasteia decided enough was enough. She had to take action. She had to save the world from itself. What kind of Olympic heroine would she be to ignore how the world was failing itself? How the gods, in the midst of their arrogance and greed, were destroying the very planet they were meant to protect no matter the odds? She couldn't fathom how anyone else could just sit at the sidelines, watching the madness go on without intervening. The power to do something was in her hands, and she'd be damned if she didn't use it to the best of her abilities, to do what she knew she was hardwired to do. So with a heavy heart and the knowledge that she had most likely disappointed the deities she'd once worshipped so profusely, Adrasteia set out to resume her post as Protector of Demigods. She knew somewhere deep down that her actions were for the best, but it didn't mean it made it any easier.
The Amazonians were her family, just like Artemis and her hunters had once been, and while she wanted to continue her work with them, she knew her calling was another. It was a sad realization, but a realization nonetheless. That realization led to her traveling across the continent of America, rescuing the demigods she'd come across and aiding in any quests and/or missions that she happened to see come to life. For instance, to this day, Adrasteia remembers encountering a particularly rowdy son of Plutus, who sought to recover his father's Cornucopia. It was lost - or stolen, is more like it - and there were suspicions of the thief being Zelus, a deity known for his envy and need for spotlight. Plutus, Zelus, the rest of the Olympian Council, and even the demigods (Adrasteia included) recognized that this had potential to become a catastrophic event. It was for that reason, to prevent such an event, that she banded together with Zak (Plutus' Spawn) and the Hermes & Athena children that accompanied him. Together, they were able to retrieve the Cornucopia, found in the far north of Canada, in Nunavut. Adrasteia has clear memories of the events that led to the climactic fight with Zelus for the Cornucopia, one that she inevitably came out victorious of. It was thanks to her crucial contribution to the search that Plutus gave her his blessing, to some extent (really, it was just one of his infamous credit cards, with no limit whatsoever). While it wasn't much, it was more than Adrasteia expected, and to be fair, just what she needed to be able to help satyrs globally.
Adrasteia spent most of her time after Word War II searching for demigods, training them and leading them to camp. With expenses covered by Lord Plutus, Adrasteia's focus was solely on getting around, covering all her bases and ensuring that no demigod felt neglected by their godly parent. She knew what neglect did - she'd seen it firsthand. How, may you ask? It's easy to say; the Second Titanomachy would have happened much, much sooner, if not for her. (Keeping in mind the events that unfolded occurred somewhere around 1600.) Kronos would've been hosted by a daughter of Zeus at the time, a firm Titan worshipper disguised as an Amazonian. Nobody expected it from her, but Adrasteia knew almost immediately, and was able to bring her forward to the Amazonian Queen at the time, who brought her to the council, whom in turn decreed her a traitor. The girl was sent to the Fields of Punishment for an eternity. The cloud of death that followed the daughter of Zeus everywhere had made it blatant - she often complained of neglect and the ire she held towards the gods. She often prayed to the Titans that remained, no matter what their status was - faded, scattered into a million pieces, or alive. She and Adrasteia had been acquaintances for a while. Not too close, but not too distanced; just enough for Adrasteia to realize something was going on. You see, Adrasteia herself had trained the girl for a long time, and thus it was a hard blow realizing she was a traitor to Olympus. With the reveal, however, had come a vast majority of the respect she'd earned throughout her time as an Amazonian.
Her travels included more widely visited places and cultural hotspots such as Great Britain and Greece, but also included countries you wouldn't expect avid believers and worshippers of the Greek pantheon to reside in, such as Laos and East Timor. All around the glove, Adrasteia was able to aid satyrs in finding demigods, getting them access to celestial bronze weapons and teaching them how to wield the aforementioned items. It wasn't easy, but Adrasteia contributed in the ways she knew how. Of course, that doesn't mean she didn't face setbacks. Far from it, as a matter of fact. Throughout her time post-renouncing to the Amazons, she came across a figure too much like Paios multiple times - twice, from what she can remember. One encounter occurred in 1957. The other was in 2006. One was a very morbid one. The other... was more heartbreaking than anything else. It's like the Fates were mocking her, prodding at her heart, curling their fingers and promptly ripping it out. Why would they do this to her? To anyone? That man - that blond figure - surely it couldn't be Paios, right? Right? He wouldn't - he wouldn't make a move against her life. Though then again, this also wouldn't be the first instance wherein someone with his same appearance tried to make a move against her. It happened once in 839 AD & before that in 292 BC. They were encounters she'd never forget, especially as the puzzle pieces began to come together like never before. Paios - or at the very least his look alike - had encountered her in Dubai in 1952. She doesn't know how he got there, whether he had the money or not, but she knows he was there, at the Burj Al Arab hotel. She'd seen him from afar at first, and in the midst of her surprise, awe and shock, she'd felt herself begin to drift towards him. She was unsure at the time whether her eyes were deceiving her or not, and wanted to get closer. Maybe if she could reach out, touch him, she'd know for sure. The look in his eyes when he saw her, too - it was beautiful. It was as though their love had transcended every barrier between the death and the living, and passed the ripples of time. You could see it in his eyes; the recognition, the love, the yearning. Until - until Adrasteia got too close.
The love turned into hatred. The recognition turned into anger. The yearning turned into bloodlust. Any traces of that sweet, gentle love was gone, replaced by cold, harsh ire. There, in front of the public, with nowhere to hide, Paios made move after move against Adrasteia. He did his very best to kill her, although to this day the former Queen of the Amazons maintains that at least an inkling of the man he once was lingered. Otherwise, how is it he managed to plead, through clenched jaws and gritted teeth, for her to kill him? How is it he managed to persuade her to pull him out of his misery? How? If there wasn't even an ounce of that grand, courageous, brilliant man, then she likely would have faced a severe injury. While not enough to kill her, it'd have been enough to put her off her feet and send her off course for decades to come. This encounter alone had left her rattled, imagine how bad it'd have been if he'd managed to maim her. It took a swift drive of her spear into his chest for him to die, but it provided them enough time for them to be able to exchange a few short words. It was in that time that she was able to gain a sense of this anomaly in the fabric of time and history. All it had taken was a word, shrouded by thousands of years worth of mystery and heartache: "Zeus."
As you would imagine, Adrasteia was quick to return to New York the moment Paios took his second final breath. Was it even second? How could she know? She had labelled her love as dead, after seeing that blasphemous god blast him to shreds. After arriving at the Empire State Building, Adrasteia was able to confront the Council of Olympus. Hera, for one, was pleased to see her daughter, but it did nothing to hide her innate rage when she discovered her husband's involvement in Paios and his curse. Adrasteia screamed at him. She screamed, she yelled, she insulted him until she was hoarse. She'd been patient long enough. She'd been loyal and had kept her head down for long enough. The only thing that stood between her and Zeus' demise was her lack of godliness, and her mother. Her mother who, despite all the love she held for her daughter and all the anger and bitterness she held against her husband, still didn't want her to kill him. It wasn't right - Adrasteia would only meet her end at his hand. She wasn't strong enough, wise enough, to take him. Not yet. Moreover, it didn't mean whe couldn't do anything about it. Thus, she presented an ultimatum: he'd either bring the curse to its end or she'd wage war against him. It was a drastic measure, but she knew it had to be taken. This was something to a whole new level, even for Zeus. To make Paios have an uncontrollable bloodlust and need to kill Adrasteia unless she killed him first? It was sadistic. Especially so when you thought about how he could only regain his memories of their first life together every time they met eyes. It was... nauseating, the lengths he'd go to for revenge. Regardless, he folded, allegedly bringing an end to the curse. Allegedly. While not fully pleased with what had transpired at the Throne Room, Adrasteia still returned to the mortal world, to continue to live out her life. By this point, she harbored a great deal of resentment against Zeus. She wants him off the Throne, she truly does. Truth be told, if not for the support she's received from her mother and her aunts and uncles, not to mention her reputation among the Hunters and Amazons, Adrasteia's loyalty might have very well fallen with a foreign organization whose goal is to bring an end to the Olympian dynasty. But, well, let's all thank the heavens that's not what she's resorted to.
In 2002, Adrasteia again faced Paios. This time, however, he was but a little boy. He couldn't possibly mean any harm. Nonetheless, Adrasteia always kept her distance. She hoped to one day be able to approach him and test for sure whether or not the curse had been broken. She knew she couldn't bear losing Paios again, and she would likely take many stabbings to the chest before she ever harmed him again, but she needed to know for certain. Thus, she kept her distance but always kept an eye on him, ensuring his safety as he grew up. Unfortunately, however, Kronos' rise (and later Gaea's) deterred her from successfully lingering until he was around her own physical age - old enough for that Greek Camp she'd heard of. Naturally, she had to be there when Kronos attacked Olympus. She fought alongside the Greeks, for she herself was one, despite her disbelief that she had to save Zeus' hind even if she herself would be doing what Kronos was in around a millennia or so. She had an active role in the Second Titan War, but it was nothing significant - it wasn't her prophecy to fulfill. It was the same thing for the Second Giant War, but this time around she fought with the Romans. Her duties had expanded to assist Roman demigods now, too, not just Greek ones, despite tensions running high between both societies. She was a daughter of Hera, but was branded a Roman due to her services in the war. Even though she didn't play a significant role, she prevented many deaths and killed many monsters. She was in the background, sure, but it doesn't make her any less important. As a former Queen of Amazons & Lieutenant of the Hunt, she was a valuable asset. She was able to fight alongside many of her sisters, both old and new, and reunite with many old demigods she'd saved at some point of her life. These two time periods were full of nostalgia, reminiscence and pain, for not only did she reunite with many of the kids she herself had saved, but she also bore witness to their deaths. These times were exhausting for her, mentally and physically, but Adrasteia persevered, for it's the only thing she knows to do.
The years have passed, feeling more and more like an eternity than the one before it. All thoughts of Paios have gone to the back of her mind. While she hasn't fully forgotten, she's kind of given up on that cause - even if Paios is healed, there is no way of proving it, and she sincerely doesn't want to go through the heartache of killing her beloved again. Not to mention, it is getting a little redundant saving so many demigods so many times over. She needs to be tasked with something new - something greater. At least while she can fulfill her own ancient prophecy. Nonetheless, it's 2018 now, and she's decided it's time she settle in, at the very least for a short while, at Camp Half-Blood. Who knows, maybe she'll meet her new siblings. She'd heard all of them has interestingly unique backgrounds, all bringing glory to their mum's name one way or the other. Maybe it was time she placed some roots and finally allowed herself to create relationships beyond the savior-the saved. Perhaps this was the way to go about ensuring her success when their time to revolt came.